Intimate Secrets. B.J. Daniels

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СКАЧАТЬ he was looking for something to steal. You did say he was an alleged thief.”

      Clay smiled at her attempt at alleged humor. “Kind of a long drive to steal tack.”

      Had Clay really followed Raymond Degas all the way from Texas? All the way to the stables where she just happened to work? Quite a coincidence, if you believed in them. She had a feeling Clay didn’t.

      “Anything seem to be missing?” His tone made it clear he doubted it.

      “We must have scared him away before he had a chance to steal something,” she said, torn between despair and anger as he tried to provoke her.

      “Convenient.” He was eyeing her as if waiting for her to give him some answer.

      Damn you, Jackson, she thought. I don’t owe you any explanations. Well, at least not any she was willing to make. Including why she’d left Texas the way she had two years ago.

      “Convenient that you just happened to scare him away when I reached the stables,” he said, not willing to let it go. “And what a coincidence that Raymond Degas broke into the stable where you work.”

      She’d known that was coming.

      “On top of that, you just happen to trip me and keep me from catching him,” Clay finished, and crossed his arms, waiting, challenging her.

      How much did this really have to do with the robbery? Clay hadn’t wanted her, but he hadn’t wanted anyone else to have her, either. She felt all that old resentment rising like steam off a geyser.

      She thought of Ivy and blew out a long, heated breath. “You believe what you want. You always have.”

      She turned away and started out of the tack room. She’d clean up the mess tomorrow. “If it was even Raymond,” she added.

      He moved in front of her, reminding her how fast he was on his feet as he blocked the door, blocked her exit. “It was Raymond.” His voice was deep and soft and sent a chill through her as she was reminded of another time and place that Clay Jackson had been this close.

      “Raymond led me all the way from Texas straight as a shot to you,” Clay said, leaning closer, trapping her. “Come on, Josie. We both know what Raymond’s looking for.”

      He was so close she could feel his breath against her cheek, smell his too-familiar male scent. Everything about him seemed to radiate a low-frequency electricity. She felt a buzz when she was around him and always had. But it seemed stronger somehow. More so than she remembered it.

      “He’s looking for the jewels.”

      She swallowed but said nothing, her nerves raw with the nearness of him. His body seemed to fill the tack room, making it as hot and sultry as a Texas summer night.

      “That’s right, you don’t know anything about the robbery,” he said, his tone clearly calling her a liar. “A rare collection of rubies, diamonds and emeralds, all irreplaceable. Intact, the jewelry would be impossible to fence. Too distinctive. Too easy to track. So what would the thieves do?”

      How would she know? Why would she care? She knew nothing about getting rid of stolen property. And why did Clay Jackson think she did?

      She shook her head, slowly, infinitesimally, afraid to move too much for fear of touching him. Or worse, him touching her.

      He smiled. A halogen smile against the dark stubble of a day’s growth of beard. He leaned so close it reminded her of the last time she’d seen him two years ago. He’d kissed her beside her barn in Texas. She didn’t need the reminder. Not now. Not anymore.

      She held her breath. But he didn’t kiss her, although she did wonder if he, too, had been reminded of that kiss. Had purposely made her remember.

      “It’s hard to believe a petty small-time criminal like Raymond could pull off such a score, isn’t it?” he said. “Even with the help of someone like Odell Burton.”

      She’d known Clay would get to Odell eventually. “I heard he was dead.”

      “Yeah, but he’d have needed an accomplice.”

      “Raymond.”

      He shook his head slowly, his smile gone. “I’m talking about someone smart. Someone who knew about the security plans and knew how to get them. Talk to me, Josie,” he whispered. “Tell me what really happened that night.”

      Something in his voice, a slight break that could have been born of passion or pain, made her wonder which night he was referring to. She looked into his eyes and felt that old familiar rush. Like standing on the edge of a cliff. A combination of danger and exhilaration. Fear and longing. Her pulse pounded in her ears. Her heart drummed, the beat accelerating.

      “Josie? Are you all right?”

      They both turned at the sound of the voice behind them past the open tack room doorway. Mildred stood in the light, her expression worried. In her arms, she held a sleepy-eyed Ivy.

      “Ivy woke and was frightened,” Mildred said. “We came down to look for you—”

      Clay stepped from the doorway and Josie rushed past him to take Ivy in her arms.

      “Ma-ma,” Ivy said, and snuggled against her.

      Josie heard Clay’s quick intake of breath as he came out of the tack room. She cradled her daughter to her, bracing herself as she turned and let her gaze rise to his.

      He stared at her, then Ivy, his dark eyes wide with shock for the second time tonight. “I knew it,” he whispered. “I damn well knew it.”

      “I understand you’ve already met my daughter Ivy,” Josie said, bracing herself for the inevitable.

      He dragged his gaze from Ivy’s face to her own. His expression darkened, like a storm rolling in.

      “I always wondered why you left Texas in such a hurry,” he said, his words striking her like stones. “I guess I know now. At least one of the reasons. Did Odell know he had a daughter? Or is that just another of your well-kept secrets?”

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